I can't write about you anymore, I don't want to write about you anymore
I'm tired of you in my brain, I'm tired of you in my dreams
Why can't I find solitude even in the darkest time of day
You're still there haunting my days, why won't you go away?
You're not my one love anymore, you didn't even love me as it were
what we had was real but so premature, there's nothing like it anymore
And I still look to the day, when I see your face again
I can't wait to look at it with spite and say
We never were right and I wasted my time of day.
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